The Dance is Over - a poem
The Dance is Over
I bid goodbye to an old friend today.
He is marrying, and won't need me anymore.
Or so it seems.
Once we danced together,
Baring our souls innocently…
At least I did.
We rarely so much as shook hands, it is true,
Yet it seemed we waltzed beautifully,
Making sure we understood
Where the other was coming from,
And, more importantly,
Where they had been.
Then the music quieted.
It was harder to catch the rhythm,
And our steps strayed.
Life took a turn,
And at last we parted,
Smiling for a while
Across the distance of
No longer we waltzed, praying together to Almighty God;
No longer I could watch him with guitar and drums,
His soul-blood mixing with that of mine
Until I felt alive enough to praise,
And pray with confidence.
He showed me how
Real praise to one's Maker goes.
He had worship down to an art,
And inspired me more than David
Dancing before the Ark.
But the music stopped.
I wish him a long life,
Fulfilled, with all his dreams in place.
May he teach ten dozen more to
Dance with the same fervor
As he welcomed me with, long ago.
- January 11th, Sunday - 2009
Big Fran's Baby (fitting waltz)
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